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At a time when superhero
movies have a seemingly limitless grip on the popular imagination, a
micro-budget indie like Hal Haberman and Jeremy Passmore's Special stands out for suggesting
why that might be. Without the money for big effects—or more than a handful
of locations, for that matter—the film instead looks inward, ruminating
on how the superhero myth can tap into private fantasies and delusions of
grandeur. Through the story of a comic-book fan who becomes convinced he has
special powers, Haberman and Passmore take the subgenre to a comic/melancholic
place that's common to a lot of independent films, but nonetheless affecting
and sweet. Its ambitions are limited—though at 81 minutes, wisely
proportioned—but its heart is in the right place.

Stepping out for a rare
lead role (not including his regrettable Fox sitcom The War At Home), Michael Rapaport
carries the film with his loveable earnestness and a meek disposition that
belies his giant frame. As the film opens, he lives alone and works as a Los
Angeles parking-meter cop, undoubtedly the least respected position on the
force. On the side, he participates in a clinical trial for a drug called
Specioprin Hydrocloride (or "Special"), which is designed to limit the user's
sense of self-doubt. The drug does all that and more: Not only does Rapaport
gain new confidence, he can also levitate, read people's thoughts, and walk
through walls. Naturally, he dons a homemade costume and uses his newfound
powers to exact some small-scale vigilante justice, mostly on would-be
shoplifters and stick-up men.

The trouble with
Rapaport's powers, of course, is that only he's convinced he has them, which
leads to some funny scenes where he runs smack into walls and belly-flops onto
the floor. (He dismisses the nosebleeds and cuts all over his body as a
necessary toll.) With its ironic take on heroism and a dreamy music score by
Tom Wolfe and Manish Raval, Special recalls a minor-key Donnie Darko, but its vision is much
more limited, and it sinks into Indiewood cliché whenever it reaches for
profundity. But many people will see themselves in Rapaport's half-crazed stab
at greatness.